“I’m pleased for her.” The relief in his eyes was more powerful than the words. “And your brother.”
“I believe you truly mean that.”
He turned thoughtful a moment, lifted a shoulder. “Though Molly is a generous, beautiful woman, she was not the woman for me. We would never have truly happy together. Content, perhaps. But not happy.”
Something sad came and went in his eyes.
Wanting to soothe, she reached out and touched her fingers to his forearm. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ferguson.”
He placed his hand atop hers and squeezed gently. “Molly and I parted ways amicably. We will always be friends.”
Friends?
There was that awful word again, spoken by another man in reference to his former fiancée. Why would anyone propose to a woman he considered nothing more than a friend?
Oh, she knew many marriages were based on far less, and were entered into for a vast array of reasons. But in her family love was the most important foundation to marriage.
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